Poetry competition CLOSED 26th September 2014 4:02pm
WINNER
Anonymous
Anonymous
RUNNER-UP:
johnrot
Sexx r magik. Nawt both.
Anonymous
Poetry Contest Description
Wryte a poeum on sexx r magik. Youse pick da subjeck. Won or da other.
Youse kan onlee pick won.
Even if Youse think sexx is magikul.
Dat don't matter.
Itz my kontest.
Eye'm fair.
Eye hava gud imaginashun tew.
Most uv da tyme.
Bee kreative.
Roachmill
Even if Youse think sexx is magikul.
Dat don't matter.
Itz my kontest.
Eye'm fair.
Eye hava gud imaginashun tew.
Most uv da tyme.
Bee kreative.
Roachmill
But then,
I woke up.
And everything slipped away.
-
Letters and symbols
and colours collide
slipping between my fingers
turning my piss to wine.
Through the thickness
of the fog
crowding the depths
of its dark.
I fall away.. Fade away..
For this one, this..
precious moment
I finally feel free
you'll never grasp my soul again.
never witness the light overcome the darkness
never embrace the beauty of where I roam content.
I let go
I let the life sink into my skin
I woke up.
And everything slipped away.
-
Letters and symbols
and colours collide
slipping between my fingers
turning my piss to wine.
Through the thickness
of the fog
crowding the depths
of its dark.
I fall away.. Fade away..
For this one, this..
precious moment
I finally feel free
you'll never grasp my soul again.
never witness the light overcome the darkness
never embrace the beauty of where I roam content.
I let go
I let the life sink into my skin
Anonymous
Dat'z da spearit poeit. A reelee grate stheart tew sumtin beeutiffull. rm
Anonymous
she said: I think it must be magic
he said: What do you mean
she said: Well, see how it's so small and pink
and not swollen to the seams.
kinda like one of those Lil smokie sausages.
But if I get real close, not touching it,
blow a magical breath across it, see how it changes!
he said: Hey, that's not really magic!
she said: Watch as it starts to grow and rise.....and rise.....and rise.....
see what I mean.
Wow! Good Boy!
All that and no hidden wires or strings.
he said: Ok, but what's your point?
she said: Now watch as I try and slip this gold ring on your finger
while looking deep into your eyes....
See! See how it starts to shrink. Now thats a little dinger!
he said: That was a dirty trick!
she said: Nothing dirty, I told you it was magic.
he said: Well maybe it was, but I've got to say as a magician
your bedside manner ain't so slick!
And speaking of sucking....
she said: Hey, I'm working up a new magic act. Wanna help genius?
It involves a very small guillotine
and your....
he said: Whoa! Aren't you supposed to be out shopping with a girlfriend or something???
he said: What do you mean
she said: Well, see how it's so small and pink
and not swollen to the seams.
kinda like one of those Lil smokie sausages.
But if I get real close, not touching it,
blow a magical breath across it, see how it changes!
he said: Hey, that's not really magic!
she said: Watch as it starts to grow and rise.....and rise.....and rise.....
see what I mean.
Wow! Good Boy!
All that and no hidden wires or strings.
he said: Ok, but what's your point?
she said: Now watch as I try and slip this gold ring on your finger
while looking deep into your eyes....
See! See how it starts to shrink. Now thats a little dinger!
he said: That was a dirty trick!
she said: Nothing dirty, I told you it was magic.
he said: Well maybe it was, but I've got to say as a magician
your bedside manner ain't so slick!
And speaking of sucking....
she said: Hey, I'm working up a new magic act. Wanna help genius?
It involves a very small guillotine
and your....
he said: Whoa! Aren't you supposed to be out shopping with a girlfriend or something???
Anonymous
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Magic is more fun once your dead
Wands of wisdom lay ever so seldom
Reach for one, are you welcome?
Enchantment or exorcism
Slight of hand or witch craft
Darkness climbs to the head of the scepter
A stick is a stone to a natural selector
Transformation in light of reflectors
Deflectors
Diversion's the hook
Alchemy conjuring
Wands of wisdom lay ever so seldom
Reach for one, are you welcome?
Enchantment or exorcism
Slight of hand or witch craft
Darkness climbs to the head of the scepter
A stick is a stone to a natural selector
Transformation in light of reflectors
Deflectors
Diversion's the hook
Alchemy conjuring
Anonymous
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Anonymous
Read Roachmill's words out loud. You'll hear what he's saying.
BTW, I don't understand what B-eendon Li Azx Overholt translates to either...
BTW, I don't understand what B-eendon Li Azx Overholt translates to either...
Anonymous
http://i1195.photobucket.com/albums/aa387/aheartflash1/heartflash/BuddahKiss_zps4d1efd40.jpg
Am I too carnal a snow leopard
because I want to slink into the Buddhist’s joyful arms
and stroke the smooth temple of a young monk’s head
while his sacred body hums a mmmMANtra?
Ommmm my my my!
To kiss protective sun in hot orange banners,
Follow full moon to fondle firm mountains...!
Are there jade arrows in my smile?
Can you drink my heart’s clean waterfall?
I lay no hot coals on your path to fulfillment,
only my sweetest cherry blossoms weeping.
Oh, enlighten me, rising cobra:
Can one pray and spit in same breath?
Mud Lotus is on Fire in Full, Rushing Stream
Anonymous
Huree upp poetz Thairz still tyme........
"Nase is Thelemic"
our inheritance is immense momentum. the mathematician split from the medic, speed- ing up the in-betweens; divisionsforthesake of specialization. please seed for your fellow beneficiaries. the housewife always was the harlot, but we were impeded by patience. be the absurdity of jealousy when the wedded divorces itself for a single moment more, out there, where the synapsis are cooking meth but the serotonin is zen motherfucker, so fucking zen we dare not touch it with words. just surge, surge because the light has died in understanding rage, and the clocks have insomnia; spent all night tink- ering with lasers, rationing out neon lit messages into little tiny packets of synthetic crystals, each is means to time travel. picking the scabs of seconds in the mirror of the unmediated midnight
note: this here is an older write RM, not sure if'n thats in your rules
note (general): I copied and pasted this and it did not maintain the breaks and structure. So be it, too lazy right now to divvy it back up,ay go at it later
Cheers!
our inheritance is immense momentum. the mathematician split from the medic, speed- ing up the in-betweens; divisionsforthesake of specialization. please seed for your fellow beneficiaries. the housewife always was the harlot, but we were impeded by patience. be the absurdity of jealousy when the wedded divorces itself for a single moment more, out there, where the synapsis are cooking meth but the serotonin is zen motherfucker, so fucking zen we dare not touch it with words. just surge, surge because the light has died in understanding rage, and the clocks have insomnia; spent all night tink- ering with lasers, rationing out neon lit messages into little tiny packets of synthetic crystals, each is means to time travel. picking the scabs of seconds in the mirror of the unmediated midnight
note: this here is an older write RM, not sure if'n thats in your rules
note (general): I copied and pasted this and it did not maintain the breaks and structure. So be it, too lazy right now to divvy it back up,ay go at it later
Cheers!
A Magical Interlude
away from home
small lonely and afraid
shivering with fever
on decks of cardboard
silent tears wishing hard
for some relief
painkiller at least
to bring the fever down
praying for surcease
let me die O Lord
hunger and pain
won't exist in heaven
Deep sleep ensued
dreamt of a proper bed
and a table of food
was so happy in that dream
woke up tired
but with fever gone
found a fiver in my jeans
had a feast in a bowl
Prayers answered after all
I knew it was magical.
away from home
small lonely and afraid
shivering with fever
on decks of cardboard
silent tears wishing hard
for some relief
painkiller at least
to bring the fever down
praying for surcease
let me die O Lord
hunger and pain
won't exist in heaven
Deep sleep ensued
dreamt of a proper bed
and a table of food
was so happy in that dream
woke up tired
but with fever gone
found a fiver in my jeans
had a feast in a bowl
Prayers answered after all
I knew it was magical.
Anonymous
Put a Spell On Me
I need magic covering me
like a condom
for the mind fuck
I get when I can face looking up
again
societal norms and social moray's
show people were strange
and now they're mental
suffering some mass and general sickness
that can't seem to infect me
I could use a spell or talisman
its all wrong and meant to be different
and fitting in would take
a mass reduction of intelligence
but I can't get dumb enough
to succumb to my own desires
though I'm willing
to find satiation in a hot and shallow quickie
cheap wine and a poorly written movie
it'd be easier with a fetish
but awareness
I'd pay for the visions I can't see
to remain hidden
and place security doors around repressed memories
because it's enough to know too much
when it always adds up to nothing
a crucifix or medallion
ironic how
symbols of the fallen have one thing in common
resurrection!
because they all had to be dead first
before anyone would listen
I need visions and portents
other dimensions with realms and deities
that know everything
because the front door and all these idiots
make my head ache
put a spell on me
like a condom
for the mind fuck
I get when I can face looking up
again
I need magic covering me
like a condom
for the mind fuck
I get when I can face looking up
again
societal norms and social moray's
show people were strange
and now they're mental
suffering some mass and general sickness
that can't seem to infect me
I could use a spell or talisman
its all wrong and meant to be different
and fitting in would take
a mass reduction of intelligence
but I can't get dumb enough
to succumb to my own desires
though I'm willing
to find satiation in a hot and shallow quickie
cheap wine and a poorly written movie
it'd be easier with a fetish
but awareness
I'd pay for the visions I can't see
to remain hidden
and place security doors around repressed memories
because it's enough to know too much
when it always adds up to nothing
a crucifix or medallion
ironic how
symbols of the fallen have one thing in common
resurrection!
because they all had to be dead first
before anyone would listen
I need visions and portents
other dimensions with realms and deities
that know everything
because the front door and all these idiots
make my head ache
put a spell on me
like a condom
for the mind fuck
I get when I can face looking up
again
